One of my coworkers has this...walk...like Princess Ardala from Buck Rogers. (Did I get in the Wayback Machine or WHAT for that shit?!? I'm fucking amazing. Anyway...)
I'm 'bout to help out Gay Bob and his "friend" Bill with this one: Get the government to make short term, temporary marriage contracts an option for EVERYBODY with 2, 5 & 10 year stints as options.
I can see some chick's face CRACKED right now. Got white dresses and a storybook wedding on her mind and her dude asks her for a 2-year contract. "So what are you saying?" That's like "Rent-to-own". LMAO.
No killing her and killing himself when his calendar has a big red 'X' on it where he'll get his freedom papers, y'know?
Of course, Pat Robertson's walking corpse is gonna roll over in his grave about something like this.
Every time I comb my hair
Thoughts of you get in my eyes
You're a sinner I don't care
I just want your creamy thighs
Once, I got head and she had some nicotine gum in her mouth. I ain't know that. My shit was NUMB. Ugh...that's like your foot falling asleep while you're walking.
TMI? KMA!
These fools are recklessly cutting left across traffic to make a left. If I tried that, there'd be a good chance that my shit would get T-boned...just based on my erratic luck. But, I'm thinking: Ain't you just goin' back to work? You love your job enough to dart across traffic to get there? Shit, maybe I need a new career.
The State of Georgia and its municipalities are one big manmade bureaucratic organism designed to suck money from the citizens within. Ugh!
PS3 is only gonna add to my diurnal narcolepsy.Time for an MD.
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